Page 17 of Wicked Delivery

His hands gripped the sides of my head, and he thrust his cock all the way to the back of my throat. His metal piercings rested on my tongue as his balls tightened in my hand, and I felt warmth pour into the back of my mouth. His groan echoed around the room as he stilled.

My mouth was full of his cum, and although it’d been a while since I’d last given a blow job, I swore his cum almost tasted sweet.

I sucked one more time as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, hearing another moan from his lips as my tongue flicked along his piercings. I let his cum roll around on my tongue before I swallowed. My eyes held his stare the entire time, and to throw in another teasing point, I opened my mouth, showing him I’d swallowed every last drop.

A low rumble emanated from his throat as he smirked.

“Fucking hell,” Kain said under his breath before chuckling.

He pulled his clothes up and took a step back , tucking his cock back into his clothing before buckling his belt. And then he reached a hand out for me, which I took, helping me to stand.

“You sure know how to work up a guy’s appetite, baby.” He grabbed a plate and flipped the pizza box open, placing two slices on it before looking over at me questioningly.

“Three, please,” I said as I tugged my panties and pants back on.

I can’t believe I just did all of that and that I am about to sit down and have a meal with this man like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He scooped another slice onto my plate as I opened the silverware drawer to grab a fork. I was about to ask if he wanted one when I glanced up, he held my plate out to me as I saw him wrap his tongue around the tip of another slice to catch the falling cheese before he bit it off.

Guess that answers that question. Fork for one, as usual.

I grabbed the plate he made for me as he piled a couple of more slices onto his plate and walked out to the living room. I settled onto the couch, and Kain made himself at home next to me, my body heating up as his knee bumped into mine.

“You know, I should feel way more bothered by what just happened in there than I actually do.”

Kain looked over as he chewed on a bite of pizza and swallowed. “Why’s that, baby?”

I looked down at my plate. “Because I’m behaving like a teenager, not like the mother of one.”

Your son would never let you live this down, and he’d be so embarrassed if people knew his mom had hooked up with the pizza delivery guy from Ghouls.

“There’s no way you have a kid who’s a teenager.”

I smirked at his response and looked back at him. “Why? Because I still look so hot?”

But his eyes met mine, and in the most serious voice, he replied, “That’s exactly why. You’re hot as fuck. There is no way you have a kid without a guy being with you.”

I blushed, and my mouth opened for a minute before I snapped it shut. “I-I mean, that’s sweet of you, but there is no man. His dad took off when he found out I was pregnant and wanted to keep the baby even though I was in high school myself. So, it’s just me and my son.”

Kain shifted over and slid a hand along my cheek. I held my breath as he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine in a soft kiss.

“Well, your baby daddy is a dumbass. His loss, my gain. My dirty little freak is all mine.”

I leaned forward and closed my eyes, kissing him back. Then, I sank back into the armrest of the couch and ate more of my pizza before barely whispering, “It’s a nice thought.”

But this is just a night of fun, nothing more.

We sat in silence and finished our food before getting up.

“I wish I knew how to turn on the generator, but we got a new one, and they never left me the manual, so all I know is, it’s ready to use, but I don’t know how to start it,” I told him as we walked into the kitchen together.

“I can get it running. Where is it?”

I glanced over at Kain, surprised. “Really? It’s in the shed out back, next to the house, but you don’t have to go through all that trouble. We can manage without it.”

He shook his head as he set his plate down on the countertop. “Nah, I’ll start it. Be right back, baby girl.”

With that, he snagged the flashlight off the counter and walked out the back door. Maybe ten minutes later, I heard the rumbling of an engine and the back door opening and closing. I heard the breaker box being flicked on in the laundry room, and suddenly, my kitchen was filled with light again.

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